There was blood everywhere. A man who was just getting up had witnessed the horrors. His colleagues were laying all across the room. He saw their bodies, but he also saw them standing. When he looked down he saw his own body. As he looked around, the blood ,that painted the walls, had been accompanied by various bits of flesh from each man lying on the floor. Suddenly they found themselves looking down on their own corpses. As they began to study the area they found themselves feeling some sort of negative energy. Suddenly the souls had learned fear once more. They had heard the roar of something otherworldly among them. Soon they saw a large cat like creature take a step through the door. One of the poor souls screamed in terror, while pointing his index finger at the beast , and said, “What in the world is that!?” The other men were also alarmed at the sighting of such a beast. As another man went to scream the beast pounced forward onto him. Quickly the demon like cat sunk into the soul and started eating it. This demon, however, had no interest in taking only one of the souls. It looked around. As it made eye contact with the remaining souls it had counted only five left.
This demon was interested in one thing, and that would be taking every soul it had to gain power. The beast circled the rest of the souls as if they were in shark infested seas. The demon looked at the souls and spoke with disgust underlying the tone of it's voice. “You look like weak souls,” the beast spoke with hatred filling it's voice, “But that won't stop me from eating all of you.” One of the men thought to try and reason with the beast. The bold man spoke, “Please. You are a being of intellect. So you must know that eating us will not benefit you? You have eaten one of us already! Spare the rest of us!” The monstrous beast just gave the souls a cold look and pounced on the one trying to reason with it. Upon tearing the soul apart it had gorged itself on this soul as well.
Before it could finish its meal a human appeared in front of the four remaining souls. The human's scent was far different from most though. He stood six feet into the air from head to toe. His eyes were like glass as they reflected the world inside them. Those blue eyes gave the beast a feeling of nostalgia. The man looked at the beast through those eyes of glass beyond his long yellow hair. His stare was as cold and piercing as his voice as he spoke. “What is your name hollow?”, the man said hinting his disgust. The beast looked at the shinigami and retorted violently with his words. “I am Streichen Fareborn. I would ask your name, but quite frankly I don't care who you are. To me your nothing but filth,” said Streichen. The shinigami lost his composure somewhat but tried to stay calm as he said, “Your name is Streichen eh? Well Streichen. Prepare yourself for death.” Streichen could do no more than smile at the shinigami as he drew his sword. He allowed his large tongue to lick the outer edges of his mask. He would tear the shinigami to pieces and lap up his blood. The demon was clearly distraught in the eyes of the shinigami.
Streichen leaped forward at the shinigami with his left paw out and his claws extended. He wanted to rend the Shinigami's flesh. The man moved quickly however. He had just barely escaped by dodging the attack. As he did he came at Streichen from behind swinging down his blade. Streichen had gotten lucky and the man's sword had just missed his tail. It had took a few hairs with it though, and this angered Streichen. It had hurt his pride that he had been touched by a lower form of life. He turned around and faced the shinigami. He was serious now. He had only intended to injure the shinigami somewhat, so he could devour the weaker souls quickly. He wanted to toy with the main course of his meal before eating it. The main course being the shinigami of course. He feinted a pounce causing the shinigami to flinch and jump forward swinging his sword. It was apparent to him that the shinigami was not as well trained as he had lead on. He was a rookie and Streichen could tell. Though he may be a rookie he was still a challenging opponent for Streichen. After all, he was a low level hollow himself. But he had been awaiting a chance to test himself. He turned and began walking away drawing the shinigami into a rage. The man took his leave as an insult and attacked Streichen from behind. The foolish shinigami fell right into a trap. Streichen quickly turned and dodged to the right bringing his enormous paw into the air. As the claws extended from his toes he slashed downward on the shinigami slicing into his shoulder.
The shinigami fell to one knee as the large paw rested on his shoulder. The man was in terrible agony at the weight crushing down on him. Streichen had grown overconfident though. His opponent quickly swung his sword from the right slicing into Streichen's leg. The blade didn't penetrate deeply, but it was enough to do damage to the beast. The shinigami stood quickly to his feet and brought his sword up to perform a killing blow on Streichen by severing his head. As the blade came down Streichen moved quickly forward and the blade cut him in the back. It didn't slice in as far as the shinigami had hoped it would but it had wounded Streichen. As he felt pain surge through his body he ran forward again this time escaping the shinigami as it pulled its blade out of his back and up into the air for another attack. As the blade swung down Streichen had been ready since the shinigami's attack had clearly missed. Streichen swung his paw at the shinigami knocking away his zanpakutou.
Streichen leaped forward pinning down the shinigami. As he had the shinigami pinned down he looked up at where the four souls were before the battle had begun. He looked up only to find that they escaped. This sent Streichen into a violent rage. He looked down at the shinigami and spoke in a very dark voice. “You cost me my meal shinigami,” Streichen's voice grew cold, “For that you will pay with your life.” He then looked down at the shinigami and let out a bone rattling roar. The man could only look in terror as the roar consumed his mind. As he finished his rage induced roar Streichen quickly came down, his teeth like a vice on the shinigami's throat. As his teeth penetrated he tasted blood. When his teeth had finally met in the cent of the man's throat Streichen pulled his head upward tearing the shinigami's throat out. Blood began to pool around the body as the shinigami grasped at his throat trying to gasp for air. No oxygen could make it to his lungs, but his death would be over before he would suffocate to death. Streichen swallowed the mouth full of meat and returned to the shinigami's body biting into his chest tearing open a deep cavity. The screams of the shinigami's agony could not be heard though. Streichen tore out, not only the man's trachea, but his vocal folds as well. As the life faded from the shinigami's eyes Streichen had begun finishing off the carcass, only saving the head for very last. He pulled the head of the man into his mouth and began to bite down on it crushing the skull and fulfilling Streichen's much needed meal. He was still enraged at losing four human souls, even if the soul of a shinigami would more than suffice to make up for that.
As Streichen finished swallowing what was left of the head of the shinigami he looked at the doorway. It was time for him to make his exit now. As he walked out the door he began to look in both direction in one final attempt to find the souls of humans. He was still hungry for power. The only thirst that he had that could never be quenched. Finally he made his way to the exit of the building. When he stepped into the sunlight he saw thousands of living humans all around him. None of them had a clue that he was there. But he saw every single one of them. He had been hungry for souls. If he could feast on this many souls today then he would become powerful with no trouble at all. Suddenly he leaped forward into the crowd and brought his paw high into the air with his claws extended above an unsuspecting victim.
